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cherry valley forever
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@chiffonlullaby
My arms bend back as I reach for you
cursed to be
cursed to be forever fuckable
it worms its ill way into all of my being
not through intention, only through seeing
through the eyes of the worst men i know
cursed to be flawed and touchable
cursed to be gnawed and bleeding
cursed to be knowing, cursed into being
cursed by a past i must own
i am cursed into unintentional flirt
i am cursed into repentional hurt
i am cursed to be alive, cursed to be a girl
it’s witnessed now in every word i blurt
“you’re not like other girls” he says
this “compliment" does nothing but fill me with sorrow.
it only confirms the inexcusable distance between us
the impossibly large gap,
that i've felt my entire life
not like other girls...
oh but i wish,
i so wish to be like the other girls
the ones who braid their hair with flowers they picked from the concrete
the ones who hold your hand
the ones who pick you up when you fall
the ones who smile, so wide
as if there is nothing greater in this world,
than to just be a girl
there is something about the sharp edges of girlhood, sitting right next to candy pink flesh.
how one moment, you giggle
and another, you grieve.
in hindsight,
maybe i am exactly like other girls
with sticky fingers
and chipped teeth
and scars on their knees
drinking up life in a cup much too big for one hand to hold
-not like other girls
˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
- Mirror _
My mirror only reflects my self image. My elongated snout and my floppy hairy ears. My small beady black eyes accompanied by my thin lips smudged with a red lipstick.
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹
girls get killed for their power. we are killed for our beauty, for our autonomy, for our intelligence.
the world punishes what they dislike, and there is nothing that history hates more than women. helen is blamed in troy, but is it truly her beauty that coaxed the wooden horse or the greed of powerful men? boys who could not settle for a no and felt so entitled to a woman's body that they would rather fight for a decade than listen to a word she says?
achilles tortured briseis, and yet he remains the hero, the brave warrior who fought despite the fundamental flaw of his heel. it doesn't matter if the woman he held captive was bleeding and crying, because history erases her. they favour the heroes. and women are hardly ever heroes. we forget athena guides odysseus and we forget that cassandra was right all along, we just remember apollo and his heartbreak.
and so the girls get killed. slowly. we hate helen for the war she caused, we hate athena for her flaws fed to us through a male dominated narrative, we forget cassandra and briseis in favour of the exciting world of mythical soldiers and gods who chase girls into trees and kill boyfriends with their discus.
history kills girls. 'she' becomes his wife, his main support. he couldn't have done it without her. all of his late nights, and all of the meals she prepared and love she unwillingly gave. he couldn't have done it without her, but she did it without him. he just stole her diary and published it, taking the money for his own, paying for sex from women who had no other choice. we know this, but we keep his name on the title, and it's only after thorough research that you learn who 'she' is.
we burn women at the stake because of unfounded rumours and fears of their abilities. we use their bodies as weapons of war and only think of the bombs and brave veterans. we force little girls into marriage and complain when women ask to not be drugged when they leave the house for the night.
girls get killed for walking home. girls get killed for breaking up with their boyfriends. girls get killed for... well, just because. we are born with girlhood in our blood and somewhere along the way we've forgotten what it means.
girlhood isn't just pink and bows and skincare in pastel packaging. it isn't just gossip over an overpriced latte we buy every day.
girlhood is the arsenic in our tampons and the rape threats in our comment sections. girlhood is being a bitch for having self-respect and being an easy target when you're too scared to say no, even when they're approaching you with a wild wolf-like grin with the claws to match.
girlhood is the anger we are raised with. girlhood is being told to smile more, being told you run too slow, being told to run faster to escape the wolves. girlhood is not being strong enough to carry the chairs, girlhood is being the unwilling babysitter, girlhood is being told to cover up, girlhood is being told that you shouldn't have worn that skirt and then the wolf wouldn't have struck. girlhood is choosing the bear, because they don't play with their food.
girlhood is helen. it's her beauty and fear and the blame she has carried for millennia. girlhood is briseis. it's her story and shame and the voice she never had the chance to use. girlhood is athena and her wisdom and cassandra and her knowledge and those uncredited wives who saved the world and didn't even have their names printed.
girls get killed for existing incorrectly. history hides their ghosts and burns their stories just like they burnt the witches at the stakes.
feminine rage runs through my blood, and i will keep it that way until i die. for her. for all of the girls.
it's like they gave bambi a gun
How I feel putting a bandage over cuts I did myself
being 16 is discovering things about yourself. learning how to deal with panic attacks. learning that you really like hats, even if you hate wearing them inside, you still like wearing them when going out cause you enjoy the silly, smiley feel of it. learning that you only like eggs on bagel sandwiches. learning that you can get over the pain, and learn from it. learning that you can accept and hate your own body at the same time. learning that you actually hate cherry candles cause they give you a headache. learning that you have to cut off friends completely for your own benefit. learning that it's valid to miss the person that shaped your childhood. learning that it's okay to just be. learning that it's okay to cry. learning that it's okay to live through the pain, beat it, and miss it all over again. and finally, learning that being 16 is just the beginning of life. learning that 16 is truly not just pain that you will die from.
You will overcome come the pain.
You will live through it.
You will beat every possible thing in your way even if you don't know how just yet.
You will know you'll make it out alive because you're breathing in the moment and will continue to right after.
Being 16 is only the beginning of a beautiful life.
I'm crying at this tweet I saw in the wild.
Nagi what are you doing to that poor boy, and Isagi, good work.
German vintage postcard
i’m sorry but their backs do something to me. the fucking pose is just so attractive it’s actually unfair.
Teeth marks on everything he owns. claw marks in those he loves. Deep scars remnant on those no longer with him.